Yeah, I haven't updated in a long time once again. I'm just a lazy butt. And I hate writing. I don't even know why I started to write on Fanfiction.net. I think my friends pressured me into writing waaaay baccck in middle school. :D
So, the usual
'…' = thoughts
"…"= dialogue
[…] = my randomness.
Chapter 7- Roses are…DAMMIT?
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And then POOF the white slivers were gone. Just. Like. THAT.
"That was SO weird," commented Hermione.
"I know oO;;"
"ANYWAY Draco, I was just going to tell you that I will go to the Dance with you."
"Really?! Awesome! What time should I come by your dorm room on Saturday evening?" Draco was ecstatic.
"Come by around 6. I've really got to go now. I am waaaaay behind in my studies." [Pssh, yeah right Herm]
"You look luminous as the stars
in the heavens above us
as if it were only shining
on the most stunning
and that is
YOU, my darling, Hermione."
[I suck at trying to write romantic stuff too. w00t--']
"Why, Draco! Those are the most beautiful words I've ever heard! Why…I could just KISS you!"
"KISS ME NOW!"
Hermione's face zoomed up to Draco's face and then Draco awoke from his dream feeling cold, wet lips. The lips felt warty also.
"EWW! GET A WAY FROM ME, YOU FILTHY LITTLE BULLFROG!"
[Yeah, Neville's toad just about goes everywhere, doesn't he?]
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The entire Slytherin dormitory was roaring with laughter.
"Smooch, smooch, eh? I'll give you some!" An older Slytherin student was teasing Draco by trying to kiss him.
Draco fled the room to the restroom feeling humiliated. He stayed in there until he couldn't hear anyone in the dormitory and went out of the restroom to dress and prepare for classes.
'I think I'll skip breakfast today. Just today.'
And so Draco did skip and headed towards the library.
"Psst…Draco! Draco! "
Draco saw Hermione waving calmly, motioning him to come to her.
"Hey Hermione! Why are you in the library so early?"
"Same goes for you, why are you here so early? No wait, why are you even HERE?"
Draco thought about his dream and the embarrassing incident.
"Oh-ohh…n-n-no reason. Just need to finish up some questions for Potions."
"Draco, are you okay? You look a little flushed. You should go check with Madame Pomfrey if you're okay."
Draco shook his head.
"No? Okay, then here, come over and sit down next to me and I'll help you with your homework before our classes begin."
Draco stiffly walked the few steps to sit down next to Hermione and then sat down. Stiffly. Again.
"I'm serious Draco, you really don't look well. You've gotten redder. You sure you don't need to see Madame Pomfrey?"
Draco shook his head again. "N-n-no. It's quite all right."
"Okay then So what questions did you need to finish up?"
Time passed by and Hermione and Draco were in fits of laughter about how Neville's toad turned into a chicken drumstick and Snape almost ate it. Then the signal for classes to begin was alarmed.
"Wow, it's already nine. What class do you have next Hermione?"
"I have Arithmancy, which is on the 3rd floor near the two towers."
"Great! It's just along my way to my Transfiguration class. I'll walk you to your class."
"Sure."
So Hermione and Draco walked side by side together talking about even more hilarious stories about Neville and his toad. They walked upstairs to the third floor and suddenly the stairs turned into a slide. Draco tumbled down to the second floor first with Hermione sliding down after him and then landing on him.
"Oof. Sorry, Draco." Hermione helped Draco up.
'Her hands are so soft and small. Everything about her is wonderful.'
"Err…Draco? You can let go of my hand now."
"Oh, sorry. Ah, how are we going to go up to our classes? Hmm…let's try that stairway over there."
And so they walked a bit quicker this time because they noticed the crowd of students had thinned. These stairs were lenient to the two and they got to class in the nick of time.
Draco sat down on his seat and immediately fell into a daydream of how the Dance might go on Saturday night with Hermione.
Alas [INDEED, ALAS!], Saturday came and Draco half-awoke to seeing a frizzy haired outline of a person at the window with full of sun shining through.
"Hermione?" Draco mumbled with confusion.
But it was just a coat hanger at the window with a frizzy coat hanging on it.
"Pah, I'm seeing too many things. The clock can't possibly say 5p.m. already. The sun doesn't shine so bright at 5p.m."
Draco got up from bed at looked out the window and noticed the bright lights weren't from the sun. They were from the stars. Stars? Stars…luminous as the stars?…!
"SHIT! TONIGHT'S THE DANCE! How could I forget about something that I had anticipated so much?!"
Draco ran around the room gathering all the necessities he needed. Dress cloak. Flowers. Polished shoes. Hair gel. Piece of poem for Hermione that wasn't on the table. WHAT???
"AHHHHH I'M CUUUUURSSSED! WHERE DID THAT POEM GO?!"
But Draco had no time to look for the poem. He had to shower, and dry, and get into his clothing and shoes. And by the time he finished all that it was 6 o' clock p.m. SHARP.
"FRICKIN'…!"
Draco grabbed for the flowers and rushed out of the empty room to go get Hermione for the Dance.
[Ah, about the room with no other Slytherins…eh, let's just assume that they were prepared early for the dance, eh? ALL of them, eh?]
At the far end from where he was running he saw a speckle. A radiating speckle. And as he came closer to the speckle, it bloomed into an angel. She was wearing a long, elegant white dress with clams as trimming at the end of the dress. The pearls inside the clams' mouths were glittering. Her hair was bunched up with curls at the top which was all held by little golden snitches which gave her a halo appearance. Hermione looked breathtaking and to Draco. Actually, she looked wrathful and was luminous from anger.
"Draco! What TOOK you so long?! I've been waiting for FIFTEEN WHOLE MINUTES! That's no way to treat a witch!"
"Oh, erm, eh, HERE these flowers are for you. And I had a poem to recite just for you, but-"
Hermione's eyes lit up. "Oh, a poem? Just for me? Let's hear it!" She was quickly over with her anger.
"Oh, eh heh, erm it goes…ah,
Roses are mumble mumble
mumble mumble are Blue
mumble mumble is sweet
And so are you…DAMMIT!"
Hermione calmed down a bit and started to glow a nice glow from delight. [PUAHA]
"That sounded sweet…except I couldn't here what you said…I only heard 'DAMMIT!' nice and clear. Oh well, we should hurry up to get some seats at a dinner table and get ready to dance."
"Ah, yes, let's hurry"
PAH! I SUCK AT WRITING! THAT'S WHY I STOPPED WRITING :D
Huzzah for me cuz I'm going to eat dinner :[]
Ey, at least I updated for you people who said to --'
SO REVIEW dammit. Please :]